Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · New York : Scribner · leaf 108
He looked as if he never smiled. As if he never had been warm. Sudden, he spied beneath his feet A faded button-hole bouquet:Trampled and wet with rain and sleet. Withered and \\orthless, there it lay. He bounded, seized it with delight, Stood still and shook it free from snow; Into his coat he… … The man who threw the flowers awayNever one half such pleasure had; The flowers best work was done that dayIn cheering up that beggar lad. Ah mc, too often wo forget, Happy in these good homes of ours.How many in this world arc yet Glad e\cn of the withered flowers! HKRMAXX Till. BRAVE.Bv H. Maria…
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